I Still Feel Sad

I got back from Ohio last night.  I’ve been thinking about what, if anything, I want to post here.  All I can come up with is that I feel sad, and I thought not to bother posting because who needs to hear that?  But it makes me feel better to just come here and say I’m sad.  Super duper sad. 
Saturday we spent about 5 hours cleaning out my grandpa’s apartment and it was weirdly good and cathartic as well as depressing and sad.  My grandpa will be buried in his World War II uniform which is both amazing and sad. 
I had a nice visit otherwise.  Took a 3 mile walk with my dad on Friday and ran 30 (difficult, very difficult) minutes yesterday.  Friday should have been a run but…yeah.  Under the circumstances, I think I did okay.  So far, since I decided to run another 5K, I’ve been totally on schedule with my training.  Unlike poor Kim, I don’t melt in the heat…I thrive in it.  And that’s partly because I am just about always cold with a few rare exceptions when it gets above 75 degrees.  So there’s that–I’m glad I came home to find summer had arrived in Chicago.   I was afraid it wasn’t coming. 
I need to install my air conditioner this week, though.
I made it to work on time and all that but feel like I’m just going through the motions.  But I think I’ll feel better as the week goes on.  I’m going through my usual post-family-visit funk but to the Nth degree this time, it seems.